My favourite Rumi poem

The grapes of my body can only become wine

by Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi

English version by Andrew Harvey
Original Language Persian/Farsi

The grapes of my body can only become wine
After the winemaker tramples me.
I surrender my spirit like grapes to his trampling
So my inmost heart can blaze and dance with joy.
Although the grapes go on weeping blood and sobbing
"I cannot bear any more anguish, any more cruelty"
The trampler stuffs cotton in his ears: "I am not working in ignorance
You can deny me if you want, you have every excuse,
But it is I who am the Master of this Work.
And when through my Passion you reach Perfection,
You will never be done praising my name."

From

http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/Poets/R/RumiMevlanaJ/grapesofmy/index.html

A Poem

To the darling Rose,
I love you when you blossom in white vessels of nectar,
I love you when you are red with rich satin of sunset moon,
Be with me to trample the grapes some more.


(with an acknowledgement to the great poet Rumi)

Soul Therapy

I Invoke the Power, the Love and the Wisdom of my Ashram, Soul and Monad,

To guide me into the right activity in the Plan,

To clarify and stimulate my mind to Transform and transmute my feelings and emotions

To energise and vitalise and heal my physical and etheric body

So there is a normal flow of energy in my physical and etheric body.

Through this day and every day I ask this in the name of the Christ to serve the One

All in the name of the Father, The Son and the Holy Spirit

AMEN

The Great Invocation

Statements of the Master Pattern

Statements of the Master Pattern

This is Truth about the Self

All the POWER That ever was or will be, is HERE NOW.

I AM a centre of expression for the primal WILL to GOOD which eternally creates and sustains the Universe.

Through me, its unfailing WISDOM takes form in thought and word, filled with understanding of its PERFECT LAW, I am guided, moment by moment, along the path of LIBERATION.

From the inexhaustible riches of the limitless substance, I draw all things needful, both spiritual and material.

I recognise the manifestation of the undeviating JUSTICE in all the circumstance of my Life.  In all things great and small, I see the beauty of the Divine Expression.

Living from that WILL, supported by its unfailing Wisdom and Understanding, Mine is the Victorious Life. I look forward with confidence to the Perfect Realisation of the eternal splendour of the limitless Light.

I rest my life from day to day, on the sure foundation of Eternal BEING.

The Kingdom of the Spirit is embodied in my flesh.

Ithaca lyrics

Ithaca lyrics

As you set out for Ithaca hope that your journey is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians and Cyclops, angry Poseidon - do not be afraid of them: you'll never find things like that on your way as long as you keep your thoughts raised high, as long as a rare sensation touches your spirit and your body. Laistrygonians and Cyclops, wild Poseidon - you won't encounter them unless you bring them along inside your soul, unless your soul sets them up in front of you. Hope that your journey is a long one. May there be many summer mornings when, with what pleasure, what joy, you come into harbors seen for the first time; may you stop at Phoenician trading stations to buy fine things, mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony, sensual perfume of every kind - as many sensual perfumes as you can; and may you visit many Egyptian cities to learn and learn again from those who know.

Keep Ithaca always in your mind. Arriving there is what you're destined for. But do not hurry the journey at all. Better if it lasts for years, so that you're old by the time you reach the island, wealthy with all you have gained on the way, not expecting Ithaca to make you rich. Ithaca gave you the marvelous journey. Without her you would not have set out. She has nothing left to give you now. And if you find her poor, Ithaca won't have fooled you. Wise as you will have become, so full of experience, you will have understood by then what these Ithacas mean.

Pange Lingua

Tell, tongue, the mystery

of the glorious Body

and of the precious Blood,

which, for the price of the world,

the fruit of a noble Womb,

the King of the Nations poured forth.

Given to us, born for us,

from the untouched Virgin,

and dwelt in the world

after the seed of the Word had been scattered.

His inhabiting ended the delays

with wonderful order.

On the night of the Last Supper,

reclining with His brethren,

once the Law had been fully observed

with the prescribed foods,

as food to the crowd of Twelve

He gives Himself with His hands.

The Word as Flesh makes true bread

into flesh by a word

and the wine becomes the Blood of Christ.

And if sense is deficient

to strengthen a sincere heart

Faith alone suffices.

Therefore, the great Sacrament

let us reverence, prostrate:

and let the old Covenant

give way to a new rite.

Let faith stand forth as substitute

for defect of the senses.

To Begetter and Begotten

be praise and jubilation,

health, honour, strength also

and blessing.

To the One who proceeds from Both

be praise as well.

Amen, Alleluia.